Some Scars Don't Heal

Three - You Believe What You Want To Believe

Danny looked at me hard, and I could feel my face flushing crimson. I had always be a bad one for blushing, and Danny used to say that was sweet, and he would kiss my cheek and say I was his girl forever. Now though, I could just see a demon that had fallen straight from hell.

"You're blushing! What's happening with you Becky? Are you cheating?!" Danny advanced towards me, and I shrunk back against the sink. The phone rang, and Danny hissed in exasperation. He jabbed a finger at me.

"Don't think we're done talking about this Becky." He strode out of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief that I was alone again, and I sprinted to the bedroom. I quickly grabbed my old sweatpants and a hoodie and got changed swiftly, so Danny didn't enter the room while I was dressing. I folded up my dress and threw it in the wardrobe. I was just checking my texts when Danny entered the room, and I shoved my phone in my back pocket. Danny wrapped his arms around my neck, and pressed his lips to mine, gently at first. He moved his hands down my back to my bum, and I could feel what was going to happen next. Please, I prayed to God, Please, not tonight. Danny dragged his mouth down to my neck, and started kissing me there. I was concentrating so hard on what to say to stop Danny getting too far ahead, that I didn't notice him slyly putting his hand in my back pocket and pulling out my phone.  I put my hands on Danny's chest and slowly maneuvered him away from me.

"I'm going to go and brush my teeth." I winked at him, so he wouldn't get suspicious. I went into the bathroom, and picked up my toothbrush, my stomach heaving. I squeezed a dab of toothpaste onto my brush and cleaned my teeth. I then walked back into the bedroom, dreading what was going to happen next. Danny was sat on the bed, looking at my phone screen. I strode nonchalantly past him and brushed my hair. After a couple of minutes, I looked at him, irritated.

"What are you doing?"

Danny ignored me and stared at my phone. I looked at him sideways for a moment, considering. I couldn't see anything interesting. I glanced at my phone. It looked the same as it always did, white , with the HTC imprinted on the back. I shrugged, turning back to the mirror and dabbing at my lips with cotton wool. Lipstick was the only makeup I ever wore. I studied my reflection again. Try as I might, I couldn't muster a smile. I squinted at the crack in the top right hand corner, shuddering as I remembered that fight. It was about something stupid as usual, and Danny had picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and thrown me against the wall, and my hand had collided with the corner of the mirror...

I still had those scars. I shuddered again, and then looked up at Danny. His face was contorted into a mask of rage.

"Who's Rylan Farrier?" he asked, hotly. He grabbed his pillow and started punching it.

"He's a friend." I replied. Too late, I realised, that I should never say that to Danny.

"What?!" Danny flipped. He stalked over to me and slapped me in the face.

"No, Danny don't!" I cried out in pain. Danny did it again, laughing.

"Is he an ex?" Danny threw me back on the bed, and knelt next to me, his eyes menacing.

"No!" Danny punched me in the stomach, and I screamed.

"Shut up, whore!"

"He's not an ex Danny...he's....gay!" I seized upon the excuse gratefully.

"Yeah right! Like I haven't heard that one before." Danny slapped me once more and then slammed me against the wall. He spat on my face, and then shoved me down on the floor. I wrapped my arms around my knees and hid my face. I heard Danny cursing, and then his heavy footsteps going out of the room. I watched as a single tear hit the carpet. Yep. That was an ordinary day in my life.